Lyrics:
can get some respect and some ends in this motherfucker
[Murs]
Oh F'real well you got a little skill you can do that
but um listen to this story check
My thoughts could be clouded
But when I seen you cross the room
I saw the way you move those hips, well I just started to doubt it
Got this Henn' in
them devils playin' games in my mind
Ex drug dealer, still tryna be divine
Take a look in my thoughts, yeah, you know what's on my mind
By any means,
life lied that you would hold me closer (Nah)
Told me that you loved me then just left me colder
Actin like that girl in that song by Mike Posner
I
But, when I hold my head so high
As I see my ol' friends go by,
And it's still that sign on the cross
That worries me.
Well, it seems to be
rocked the mike for Howard Cosell
To show America how I rocked so well
And while I rocked the mike, this is what I said
About Dracula, the living dead
of us
Throwed here
Up in The D
Ain't nothing but them stars here
Up in the D
We'll shut your shit down here
Up in the D
Ain't nothing but them Gs here
Up
Gave my dawg a couple twenty's just to buy gas
I made It In the world that's something that I bypassed
They say they don't got time well I guess that
Came home in Ninety-Two and flooded Brooklyn with valves
I'm back...
You want me to cross the border?
Well come on baby
You want me to cross the border?
shit dead, put it in a coffin
We finna slide on a Monday
Sike nah, aye mike mike mike, we gon on a hump day
Bad bitch, gave her a lift from the, uh,
thumb up like, "It's fine"
(Run) See yourself, I say, selflessly divine
Leave me here to drown in glory, you're too good to cross that line
(Run-run)
sleepin' and the moon turns his back
You crawl on your belly 'long the railroad tracks
And cross your heart and hope to die, and stick a needle in your eye
It’s been fuckin with my spirit
Well only one cause my Gemini twin hella bad
He keep telling me to get it, by any means get it
Ain’t no room for wishy
Ben's
But I'm a Capricorn I'm packed like I'm strapped for gore
I whip the pussy like slave masters, they backs is torn
My pole reels them in, right by
Yo I think I got a problem
With these bitches and liquor
Every time I see a stripper
I just wanna long dick her
Well that's your problem
Right there
out on stocks
I pray for Basem, always cross my mothafuckin' heart
I might as well come out of the closet about my problems
Does anybody even rap about
the check is in the mail
They can sentence me to life but I won't go to jail
I'm cool calm collected, from class I was ejected
Just me, Mike D., and M.C.A.
the check is in the mail
They can sentence me to life but I won't go to jail
I'm cool calm collected, from class I was ejected
Just me, Mike D., and M.C.A.
on your eighth LP, I'll show ya
You're wack nigga, face it
In the history of the game, you have no placement
Liquor and weed just massacred their mind,
Took 'em on a movie, called it "Bubble Gut"
Big dawg, we'll hit your gunners up (slatt, dog)
Come in first place, not the runner up
Came from
brotherhood)
Weather you are in the states
I don't see a Nigerian, I see an African
I don't see a New Yorker, I see an African
So by keeping the African identity
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
dreams have been shattered?
What trials have come your way?
Is it a life that’s been battered
By the storms and pouring rain?
Well Christ had a cross
Just
Our story begins in a Los Angeles mansion
That aging artist Mike Posner is
Renting for the week
He's in LA to write songs for other
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